Men On Mars

Verse 1:

Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!

Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)

Chant:

Put your middle finger up!

Pre chorus:

I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 2:

Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 1:

Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!

Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)

Chant:

Put your middle finger up!

Pre chorus:

I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 2:

Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 1:

Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!

Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)

Chant:

Put your middle finger up!

Pre chorus:

I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 2:

Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 1:

Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!

Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)

Chant:

Put your middle finger up!

Pre chorus:

I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 2:

Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 1:

Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!

Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)

Chant:

Put your middle finger up!

Pre chorus:

I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 2:

Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 1:

Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!

Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)

Chant:

Put your middle finger up!

Pre chorus:

I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 2:

Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 1:

Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!

Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)

Chant:

Put your middle finger up!

Pre chorus:

I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 2:

Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 1:

Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!

Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)

Chant:

Put your middle finger up!

Pre chorus:

I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 2:

Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 1:

Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!

Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)

Chant:

Put your middle finger up!

Pre chorus:

I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!

Verse 2:

Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!